Missing Watch - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Missing Watch - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Raekwon |
| Artist | Ghostface Killah |
| Album | The Lex Diamond Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Coles, Fiekling, Woods | |
| (feat. Ghostface Killah, Polite) [Intro: Raekwon (Polite)] | |
| Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at? | |
| Shit... what the fuck? | |
| Nah man, nah man, hell nah | |
| These bitches is frontin | |
| The fuck the shit go? | |
| Them drug gangstas. | |
| Yo son, you got my shit? (Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit) | |
| Son you ain't got my shit? (Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit) | |
| Yo, son, my shit is gone (Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the..) [Raekwon] | |
| I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit | |
| Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat - oh shit! | |
| My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it? | |
| Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded | |
| Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and | |
| I'm vexed | |
| And I'm flippin cause these niggaz wanna play me for test | |
| Shit fell off ya hand | |
| Lord? Stop it, | |
| I'm eyein niggaz in they faces | |
| After that | |
| I'm goin at niggaz pockets | |
| The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit "Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit" | |
| Then help me find my shit! | |
| Eye-ballin every fake | |
| Frankie Lymon in the joint | |
| Break out, find my shit! | |
| Yeah, yo now | |
| I got robbed, | |
| I smell it | |
| Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, bitch spell it! | |
| Listen trick, be out, bounce | |
| Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls "Everybody back the fuck up, move! Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes" | |
| If my shit come up, cool | |
| Matter of fact, clack-clack-clack-clack, niggas pulled out tools [Chorus: Polite] | |
| Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin' lights off | |
| Pass the illumin' | |
| Lord, tell the | |
| DJ turn the fuckin' music off | |
| We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear | |
| We just lose about mansion in here | |
| And yo eh yo if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem | |
| Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem | |
| Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem | |
| Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em [Ghostface Killah] | |
| Excuse me, | |
| Miss, no I ain't havin' it | |
| I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground | |
| Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit | |
| Equipped with the dipped courdouroy | |
| Bailey's with the cream stitch | |
| Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off | |
| Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off | |
| And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns | |
| The fat fuck thought | |
| I was playin' so | |
| I started sprayin | |
| Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke | |
| The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat | |
| We brought the noise like we here to promote | |
| My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes yo we're leavin' with the vote | |
| A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin | |
| Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body | |
| We did our thing too we got to the | |
| Envy lobby | |
| Our last four or five shots we see nobody [Chorus] [Polite] | |
| Eh yo shit got real that night | |
| Power grabbed him, ' | |
| Vine smacked him dead in his head (Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum!) | |
| Yo we all holdin', rollin | |
| Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him! | |
| Watchin' niggas foldin | |
| The bartender got a shotgun in his hand | |
| Let off, the wheelchair nigga got him and ran | |
| Surround the | |
| Don, full body armor automatically on | |
| The faggots passed off the watch and gone (yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit!) | |
| Yo where the big mouth at? | |
| Niggas step up | |
| Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up | |
| Nigga tried to swing on | |
| G's but he a gentleman | |
| Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it | |
| Two shot G's pealed his meat [starts to fade out] | |
| Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak | |
| Corey pulled the truck up, | |
| C-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up! | |
| Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka! [explosion] |
| zuo ci : Coles, Fiekling, Woods | |
| feat. Ghostface Killah, Polite Intro: Raekwon Polite | |
| Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at? | |
| Shit... what the fuck? | |
| Nah man, nah man, hell nah | |
| These bitches is frontin | |
| The fuck the shit go? | |
| Them drug gangstas. | |
| Yo son, you got my shit? Nah, son, I ain' t got ya shit | |
| Son you ain' t got my shit? Nah, nigga, I ain' t got ya shit | |
| Yo, son, my shit is gone Pah listen, I ain' t got ya shit Lex you sure you ain' t leave it in the.. Raekwon | |
| I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit | |
| Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat oh shit! | |
| My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it? | |
| Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded | |
| Yo, I' m tired and stressed, hungry and | |
| I' m vexed | |
| And I' m flippin cause these niggaz wanna play me for test | |
| Shit fell off ya hand | |
| Lord? Stop it, | |
| I' m eyein niggaz in they faces | |
| After that | |
| I' m goin at niggaz pockets | |
| The watch, faggot yeah, y' all niggaz got my shit " Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit" | |
| Then help me find my shit! | |
| Eyeballin every fake | |
| Frankie Lymon in the joint | |
| Break out, find my shit! | |
| Yeah, yo now | |
| I got robbed, | |
| I smell it | |
| Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, bitch spell it! | |
| Listen trick, be out, bounce | |
| Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls " Everybody back the fuck up, move! Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes" | |
| If my shit come up, cool | |
| Matter of fact, clackclackclackclack, niggas pulled out tools Chorus: Polite | |
| Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin' lights off | |
| Pass the illumin' | |
| Lord, tell the | |
| DJ turn the fuckin' music off | |
| We got announcements, we want y' all to listen clear | |
| We just lose about mansion in here | |
| And yo eh yo if we don' t get it back it' s gon' be a problem | |
| Then my niggas gon' react and that' ll be a problem | |
| Eightyfive thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem | |
| Ain' t nobody leavin' alive until we find ' em Ghostface Killah | |
| Excuse me, | |
| Miss, no I ain' t havin' it | |
| I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground | |
| Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit | |
| Equipped with the dipped courdouroy | |
| Bailey' s with the cream stitch | |
| Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off | |
| Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off | |
| And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns | |
| The fat fuck thought | |
| I was playin' so | |
| I started sprayin | |
| Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke | |
| The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat | |
| We brought the noise like we here to promote | |
| My man don' t get his shit in four or five minutes yo we' re leavin' with the vote | |
| A gangsta' s lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin | |
| Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body | |
| We did our thing too we got to the | |
| Envy lobby | |
| Our last four or five shots we see nobody Chorus Polite | |
| Eh yo shit got real that night | |
| Power grabbed him, ' | |
| Vine smacked him dead in his head Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum! | |
| Yo we all holdin', rollin | |
| Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him! | |
| Watchin' niggas foldin | |
| The bartender got a shotgun in his hand | |
| Let off, the wheelchair nigga got him and ran | |
| Surround the | |
| Don, full body armor automatically on | |
| The faggots passed off the watch and gone yo y' all niggas ain' t searchin' shit! | |
| Yo where the big mouth at? | |
| Niggas step up | |
| Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up | |
| Nigga tried to swing on | |
| G' s but he a gentleman | |
| Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it | |
| Two shot G' s pealed his meat starts to fade out | |
| Let' s see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak | |
| Corey pulled the truck up, | |
| C4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up! | |
| Niggas' ll use and niggas' ll die in this mothafucka! explosion |
| zuò cí : Coles, Fiekling, Woods | |
| feat. Ghostface Killah, Polite Intro: Raekwon Polite | |
| Oh shit! Fuck is my watch at? | |
| Shit... what the fuck? | |
| Nah man, nah man, hell nah | |
| These bitches is frontin | |
| The fuck the shit go? | |
| Them drug gangstas. | |
| Yo son, you got my shit? Nah, son, I ain' t got ya shit | |
| Son you ain' t got my shit? Nah, nigga, I ain' t got ya shit | |
| Yo, son, my shit is gone Pah listen, I ain' t got ya shit Lex you sure you ain' t leave it in the.. Raekwon | |
| I started buggin out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit | |
| Passed off, rubbin on my ski hat oh shit! | |
| My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it? | |
| Gleamin little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded | |
| Yo, I' m tired and stressed, hungry and | |
| I' m vexed | |
| And I' m flippin cause these niggaz wanna play me for test | |
| Shit fell off ya hand | |
| Lord? Stop it, | |
| I' m eyein niggaz in they faces | |
| After that | |
| I' m goin at niggaz pockets | |
| The watch, faggot yeah, y' all niggaz got my shit " Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit" | |
| Then help me find my shit! | |
| Eyeballin every fake | |
| Frankie Lymon in the joint | |
| Break out, find my shit! | |
| Yeah, yo now | |
| I got robbed, | |
| I smell it | |
| Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet, bitch spell it! | |
| Listen trick, be out, bounce | |
| Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face, she pulled out two white owls " Everybody back the fuck up, move! Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon, Pah, with you and your dudes" | |
| If my shit come up, cool | |
| Matter of fact, clackclackclackclack, niggas pulled out tools Chorus: Polite | |
| Yo yo yo yo turn the fuckin' lights off | |
| Pass the illumin' | |
| Lord, tell the | |
| DJ turn the fuckin' music off | |
| We got announcements, we want y' all to listen clear | |
| We just lose about mansion in here | |
| And yo eh yo if we don' t get it back it' s gon' be a problem | |
| Then my niggas gon' react and that' ll be a problem | |
| Eightyfive thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem | |
| Ain' t nobody leavin' alive until we find ' em Ghostface Killah | |
| Excuse me, | |
| Miss, no I ain' t havin' it | |
| I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground | |
| Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit | |
| Equipped with the dipped courdouroy | |
| Bailey' s with the cream stitch | |
| Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off | |
| Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off | |
| And take off those chaaaaaiiiiiiinnnns | |
| The fat fuck thought | |
| I was playin' so | |
| I started sprayin | |
| Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke | |
| The owner slid through beefin', duke threw the toast to his throat | |
| We brought the noise like we here to promote | |
| My man don' t get his shit in four or five minutes yo we' re leavin' with the vote | |
| A gangsta' s lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin | |
| Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body | |
| We did our thing too we got to the | |
| Envy lobby | |
| Our last four or five shots we see nobody Chorus Polite | |
| Eh yo shit got real that night | |
| Power grabbed him, ' | |
| Vine smacked him dead in his head Oh shit, nigga he got a magnum! | |
| Yo we all holdin', rollin | |
| Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him! | |
| Watchin' niggas foldin | |
| The bartender got a shotgun in his hand | |
| Let off, the wheelchair nigga got him and ran | |
| Surround the | |
| Don, full body armor automatically on | |
| The faggots passed off the watch and gone yo y' all niggas ain' t searchin' shit! | |
| Yo where the big mouth at? | |
| Niggas step up | |
| Matter of fact nigga, lie the fuck up | |
| Nigga tried to swing on | |
| G' s but he a gentleman | |
| Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it | |
| Two shot G' s pealed his meat starts to fade out | |
| Let' s see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak | |
| Corey pulled the truck up, | |
| C4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up! | |
| Niggas' ll use and niggas' ll die in this mothafucka! explosion |
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